#imma stick with my microwave foods and take out

[appropriate-writers-name]

Who wants to hear about how I made one pot chicken and rice and my rice was mushy in the middle, burnt on the bottom, and crunchy(underdone) around the edges 🤧

#this what i mean by i cant cook #like i just cant do it right 😭😭 #imma stick with my microwave foods and take out #cooking #personal

[peachyysugaa]

strawberry

― mukbang youtuber!nishimura riki x gn!reader

riki's at it again, and by it, i mean microwaving foods.

genre: humor, fluff, established relationship

wc: 1.2k

warnings: cw food/eating

part of my youtuber enhypen series, the 2nd upload! feel free to read on its own~ ♞──────────────────────────♞

"y/n! i'm warning you, i'm going live!" riki shouts from the living room.

"alright! i'll stay here, let me know when you're done!" his s/o replies in the same volume.

"okay!"

this was a frequent occurrence: you come over to riki's place, the two of you hang out, he needs to film something for an hour or so, you give him space, he finishes, and the two of you cuddle after. while some of your friends question your boyfriend and your lifestyle with him, you really wouldn't have it any other way. 2 and a half years of dating riki, you've been through it all together, so there's no push for a something different or more.

"okay... let's wait for a while, yeah?" riki directs to his audience, watching the chat feed slowly increase in comments. when it seems like enough people have shown up, a smile breaks out on his face. "hey everyone, it's me again!

"you probably already read the title, but yea, imma do it." he points the camera down to the array of strawberry items that will soon be put in the microwave. "i don't know how people eat cold strawberries—they have no flavor to them!"

you scoff to yourself when he says that, shaking the digital trees on your island for fruits to sell.

"try one to see if you like it?" riki reads out loud. "eyyy, if i don't like it, i don't, but i'll prove it to you anyway if there's anyone new watching."

true to his word, the cold strawberry goes right into his mouth, and he makes a face, the camera picking it up. you don't need to watch the live to know that your boyfriend's nose is all scrunched up right now, making you giggle at the thought of it in the next room.

"now that you know," he continues, holding up a plate of strawberries. "i'll be microwaving these now."

the microwave opens and shuts before making its beeping noises as riki presses the numbers and heats them up for a couple of seconds. when they're ready, he's quick to get them out and show them to the camera before enjoying the taste of the warm strawberries.

"mm!" you roll your eyes at the sound of his satisfaction. his dog bisco has made its way into the room and plops next to your side, you gladly petting the curly fur at some points.

after a couple minutes, it seems riki has finished the warm strawberries, because he's moving onto the next item: tanghulu-style strawberries.

"you all said that you wanted me to eat this, and since it's already—" he takes this moment to tap the crystal sugary shell. "like this, i guess i'll just dive right in."

the sounds of delightful crunching can be heard, not unnoticed by bisco, whose head tilts at the eating sounds. you chuckle lightly, scratching its head and making the dog lay its head back down.

"ohh, i know why you all wanted me to eat this," riki acknowledges. "it's like asmr, okay, okay."

he lowers his voice and starts speaking like the asmr videos he's seen with you. "i think i'll microwave it just to taste," he whispers into the mic.

with that, the same microwave sounds of beeps and doors are repeated. "oh shoot, the sugar is making it stick to the plate," riki comments with a laugh, making you snort quietly. "i'll just..." he trails off, using a fork to free the sugary treat from the plate before plopping it into its mouth.

"oh! i like this better too! sorry, no crunching sounds for you," he laughs at the disappointed comments who wanted to hear the satisfying crunch of the tanghulu. "alright, next up... strawberry jam!"

instead of the usual glass jar it resides in, riki lifts up several small packages taken from food places as condiments. "i didn't wanna buy a whole jar—the tanghulu was expensive for no reason! plus, these are free, what can go wrong with free things?" a lot, apparently.

as by routine, he lifts up the wrap of the packaging and punches the back of it to immediately taste the jam. "hmm... it's alright, i guess."

riki lifts his head to read a comment. "huh? what's wrong with taking it straight like that? you know, jay hyung does worse, right?"

you giggle to yourself at the mention of one of his youtuber hyungs as you continue multitasking and listening.

"oh yeah, that reminds me. he did a video with his s/o, it was soo funny!" the youtuber laughs. "poor hyung, he said the manuca honey was so bad, he didn't want to eat honey for a week! go check out his channel after this and watch the video.~

"well, jay hyung needs to thank me for his free promo or whatever. it's time to microwave this noww," riki continues. it's going like normal: the microwave door opening and closing, the beeps of setting the time. but then it isn't. after a couple of seconds of heating, some loud pops are heard, and riki is shouting and laughing at the same time.

you and bisco shoot up and immediately rush to the scene. "riki! what is going on?!"

he turns around with a sheepish smile just as the microwave beeps to signal its end. pointing at the microwave, you notice the stains of strawberry jam on the door and groan out. you walk towards the kitchen and open one of the cabinets to take out the cleaning supplies, failing to notice that you had walked in front of the camera.

the comments go crazy with questions, and riki realizes he hadn't turned off his live, connecting the dots. he's quick to pull you into the frame with a beaming smile on his face. "well, this isn't the best way to go about it, but since you accidentally revealed yourself, i guess i'll say it: this is my s/o y/n, everyone!"

you blink owlishly, clutching the clorox wipes close to your chest with riki's arm around your shoulder. "huh?" you ask before the lightbulb in your head goes off. "ohhh! oh my gosh, hi?!"

you and riki had talked about the subject of your reveal before, but the how was always the reason you had never done it. with the accident, you guess this was the how now. you're laughing with riki at the whole situation as the comments flood with how cute the two of you are together. "riki! we need to clean the microwave before your parents come back," you playfully scold.

"oh right," he agrees before turning back to the camera. "well, two-in-one, everyone: strawberry mukbang goes wrong and my s/o revealed! see you next time!"

the two of you wave to the camera as the audience wishes you farewell and riki finally shuts off the live.

"you're a mess," you tease him, getting an eye roll in response.

"yeah, yeah, let's just clean up, okay?"

"how does this even happen? what physics is this?" you wonder aloud, opening the microwave to start cleaning.

"huh, maybe i have jake hyung's next idea for a video."

a/n: i wrote this in 20 minutes how 😀 i hope you all enjoyed this it's been a while since i wrote for riki hehe but i still judge him for warm strawberries LOL

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen niki #enhypenwriters #nishimura riki #nishimura riki x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fluff #enhypen niki x reader #captured on camera

[artificialqueens]

before the sunrise (branjie) - holtzmanns

(read on ao3) | (tumblr: plastiquetiaras) | word count: 2648

AN: Wrote this little drabble as a break from ANOTHER drabble (which is way longer than a drabble now) that I had originally started to take a break from my WIPs. I’ve been feeling like I’m stuck in a rut lately and Writ is the best for prompting this to me and cheering me on to get me out of it. I appreciate them the MOST. And they beta-ed this too, who could ask for more? Thank you for all the sweet lovely feedback on my current fics. It makes me happier than you know.

Night shifts aren’t that bad, really.

The convenience store is empty most of the time. Quiet. The rows lined with snacks and packaged food sit untouched, acting as Brooke’s only companions between the hours of 11 p.m. and 7 a.m. in the morning.

Brooke had taken the job because ballet expenses and the rent of her shitty downtown apartment don’t pay for themselves. Four months in with night shifts, it’s not too unmanageable. She has a pepper spray bottle in the pocket of her jeans and a heightened sense of awareness towards the windows and doors, watching those who pass by for any sense of possible danger.

But it’s calm. She spends most of her nights manning the register, holding back yawns. Listening to a podcast over the overhead speakers because there’s no one else there to complain that the store isn’t playing the latest top 40 hits.

Most of the time, she’s just bored.

She has her occasional regulars, people to talk to when the dead of night becomes a little too quiet. The mom of a newborn who lives across the street and comes in around 2 a.m. with her baby in tow, trying to get him back to sleep as she rocks him while she walks. The McDonald’s employee who comes by during his break to grab a pack of cigarettes every couple of days. The businessman who leaves work late enough that he never interacts with his family during the day, preferring to grab a packet of beef jerky for a makeshift dinner. The store also gets its fair share of those who’ve drank a little too much at the bar a few doors down, gotten themselves worked up. Though she’s able to redirect them, send them on her way after filling their hands with snacks.

No one has really stood out to Brooke, made her look twice just yet as she checks them out at the register. That is, until 4 a.m. on a Tuesday night when it’s raining a little too hard outside the dingy windows.

“A place actually open? Fucking finally!”  

Brooke’s not sure whether the statement is uttered by a customer or a drowned rat, by the sight of the woman who’s just walked in the front door. Her hair is soaking wet and heavy on her shoulders, her makeup smudging by her eyes and making her look like she has raccoon-esque dark circles.

Brooke watches in amusement as the woman strolls up the counter, slamming both of her hands onto the table and rocking back and forth on her heels.

“Can I help you with something?” Brooke doesn’t put on much of a customer service voice for the woman, distracted by the way she seems to be shaking the drops of water from her hair onto the counter.

“I moved here about-” The woman pauses, checking her watch, ‘-eighteen hours ago. Forgot about dinner, no big. But my stomach is growling and it’s gonna be breakfast time at this rate, and what I’m saying is I need a snack or imma truly lose my shit while tryna unpack.”

“Why are you up so late?” Brooke takes a proper look at the woman, sees her baggy shirt and shorts and rain soaked skin and the way she’s slightly shivering.

“Too much energy. Couldn’t fall asleep ‘cause I started unpacking a little. And now I’m hungry.” The woman shrugs, taking a step back to look at the shelves. “You got anything good?”

“We have some microwaveable meals, if you want-”

“Nah.” The woman waves a hand. “My microwave ain’t unpacked yet. That’s a project for tomorrow. How ‘bout snacks?”

Brooke comes around the side of the counter because fuck it, it’s 4 a.m. and it’s highly unlikely that any other customers will be coming by anytime soon. The woman’s lips part slightly, looking up at Brooke once she’s beside her, and Brooke realizes just how short the woman is.

It’s adorable.

Nonetheless, Brooke points to the aisle beside them. “Got some trail mixes and chips over here, if that’s what you’re into. Some jerky, over there. Some dry cereal in that aisle, over there?”

The woman’s eyes light up at seeing the cereal on the top shelf. “Fuck, I haven’t had Fruit Loops in ages. That’s my dinner.”

Brooke wrinkles her nose. “Fruit Loops for dinner?”

The woman shrugs. “Hey, it’s got fruit. That’s healthy, right?”

“Well-”

“Dang, I can’t reach.” The woman huffs after she tries to jump, get her hand to graze the top shelf, the Fruit Loops just out of her grasp. Brooke tries to hold back a laugh at the way her brow furrows.

“Can you…?” The woman looks at Brooke sheepishly, pointing at the box.

Brooke grabs the box without having to reach too far. “I got you.”

“A giraffe. Thank you.” The woman grabs the box with a grin that lights up her entire face, and Brooke can’t stop herself from returning it.

“I think we have some milk in the refrigerated section too, if you wanted-”

“Nah.” The woman scoffs. “Fruit Loops are best right out of the box, baby.”

It’s after the woman leaves with a wave, when Brooke’s brain is replaying the way she said ‘baby’ over and over and over in her head, when she realizes that she’d forgotten to ask the woman her name.

Brooke doesn’t see the woman for another week, her night shifts a boring haze that seem to blur together. She’s tired, real tired, from the exertion she’s putting her body through during the day with dancing, her muscles tugging and straining as she rolls out her shoulders and puts away inventory. She has to hold back a yawn as she opens yet another box, wanting nothing more than to head home and have a proper night of sleep.

She knows this job isn’t sustainable in the long term, that she has to find something else. But it’s convenient, and the night shifts pay a little bit more by the hour than the day shifts do, and her apartment isn’t rent controlled and there’s no way she’s moving back home anytime soon.

So, night shifts for now it is.

The clock hits 2 a.m. as Brooke fiddles with her phone, too out of it to sort through the register or clean a little or even pretend to look like she’s doing work. She’s watching the recording of the run through of the latest show that her company’s going to put on, going over the steps from one of the acts in her head, as if the mental exercise will help solidify it once she has to go to practice in the morning.

Hey, it’s worth a shot.

She nearly drops her phone when the door to the store slams open, hitting against the wall, and her heart’s about to jump out of her chest before she realizes that it isn’t someone trying to rob the store, or anyone intimidating. No one that she’s need to pull out her pepper spray for.

No, it’s the woman from last week. Looking a lot less damp and still as adorable in a t shirt dress that could very well be her pyjamas.

“It’s you!” The woman perks up when she sees her at the register, waltzing over to lean against the counter like she did last time. “Haven’t seen you here the last couple days.”

“Have you been coming in the daytime?”

The woman nods, and Brooke shrugs. “I only work nights.”

“Ooh, a woman of the night.” The woman winks and Brooke has to hold back a snort.

“I’m not sure that means what you think it means.”

The woman remains unfazed, still grinning at Brooke. “I like my definition better, if I’m being honest.”

“I’m sure you do.” Brooke leans against the counter too, a smidge closer to the woman, notices the way the woman’s eyes widen a bit. “So, what brings you back?”

“Out of Fruit Loops. Also ‘cause I didn’t see you during the day and was wondering whether I had made up a six foot tall glamazon cashier all in my head.”

“Real, and here in the flesh. As I am most nights.” The store seems more like a bedroom to her than her actual bedroom does, considering how much time she’s been spending here.

“Good to know. Guess I’ll have to come visit more often, then.” The woman winks at her and Brooke’s not sure, really, if she’s flirting with her, because who else would voluntarily come to a seedy convenience store in the middle of the night?

So, Brooke’s gonna lean into it. Even if she’s not 100% sure on the woman’s signals. “I’ll look forward to it, that’s for sure.”

“Good…” The woman looks down, trying to search for something, and… is she looking at Brooke’s boobs? Brooke’s about to comment before-

“You ain’t got a name tag or something?”

“Oh.” Brooke feels herself turning red, any moments of suaveness dissipated. “Brooke. And nah, they don’t bother, considering the employee turnover rate.”

The woman looks unfazed. “Cute. I like it.”

She starts picking up the snacks she’s dropped on the counter, and Brooke frowns. “You’re not gonna tell me yours?”

“Vanjie. But you can call me Vanessa.” The woman, Vanessa, flips her hair over her shoulder, and Brooke has to hold back a grin, because now she can tell, she really can, that the woman’s giving her signals.

She likes it.

Vanessa comes back every couple of days after that, buying snacks, sticking around to talk more often than not.

Brooke learns that Vanessa’s moved from Tampa, a makeup artist in town for a few months while she’s working on a project that’s filming in the city. She hates the cold and rainy weather so far, but doesn’t mind the humidity. She’s brought her dog with her while in town, and pulls her phone out excitedly to show Brooke pictures of him.

“If you think I’m not going to have a meltdown over how cute he is, you’re absolutely wrong.” Brooke can’t help the way she scrunches up her hands, the way her face pouts a little, because Riley is indeed adorable. “You should bring him by sometime.”

“Maybe I will, tomorrow, if he’s not snoring away.” Vanessa tucks her phone into her pocket, dipping her hand into the bag of chips that she’s just bought, before holding it out to Brooke. “What about you, got any pets?”

Brooke grabs a handful before answering. “Kitties. Two of them.”

Brooke pulls out her own phone to show Vanessa, whose voice becomes adorably high pitched as she flips through Brooke’s camera roll, cooing at the pictures of them all cuddled up to her.

“This is the cutest shit I’ve ever seen, are you kidding?” Vanessa gasps when she sees a picture of Brooke holding both cats up in her lap. “Stop. This is the best thing ever.”

A throat clear behind them makes both of them jump, turn around, to see a slightly dishevelled man holding a package of toilet paper in one hand and Pepto Bismol in the other. “Hi, uh, can I check out?”

Brooke chances a glance over at Vanessa and has to avert her eyes immediately to keep herself from cracking up right then and there. She takes a deep breath before looking up to face the man again, and can see how positively green he looks. “I can help you at the register, sir.”

Brooke manages to keep it together until the man lets the door close behind him and he’s out of earshot. She peeks over at Vanessa, who bursts out laughing.

“That much Pepto? Shit, he probably going through it tonight!” Vanessa’s bent over in half, cackling, and Brooke can’t help but join her.

“Oh god. I bet it’s coming out of both ends.”

“Nasty. A shitty problem to have, wouldn’t you say?” Vanessa looks over at her, eyes twinkling at her, and Brooke snickers.

“And that was a shitty pun.”

“You liked it.” Vanessa nudges her, hops up onto the counter, and the motion fills Brooke with a sense of ease, an untangling in her chest, from the way Vanessa does it so casually. Like they’re friends now, like their regular hangouts at the store are for more than Vanessa just buying some snacks.

She hopes Vanessa doesn’t have to move back any time soon.

It’s 5:30 a.m. on a Sunday night and Brooke’s tired. It’s quiet, more so than it usually is, and Brooke can’t help the way she lifts her eyes up every so often, peeking at the door, looking for a certain someone.

Vanessa hasn’t come by the store in days. Brooke had gotten used to her, had enjoyed passing the time by cracking jokes and fooling around and learning more and more about her. Telling Vanessa in turn about her ballet training, how badly she wants to make principal dancer eventually.

Vanessa had listened, asked questions. Let her ramble about her financial stress and ballet stress and work stress and it’s nice, really, because Vanessa understood it too.

So Brooke misses her.

She knows that Vanessa’s had a busy week at work, that the television show she’s working on has had longer hours than usual. Still, she can’t help the way she peeks at the door, waiting.

The watch on her wrist creeps past 6:30 a.m. and Brooke only has half an hour of her shift left to go and she’s thankful, because she needs a nap before practice today. She’s about to drop her head onto the counter for some quick shut eye when the door slams open, in a way that only Vanessa can do.

“Brought you coffee.” Vanessa holds up a cup and grins, handing it over, and the first sip of caffeine is practically heavenly.

“You absolute godsend.” Brooke takes a second sip, then a third, before putting the cup down.

Vanessa puts out a hand in front of her from grabbing the cup again. “Slow down, you. Don’t wanna burn your tongue.”

“I want caffeine, though.”

“True, who needs taste buds, anyway?” Vanessa reaches over, grabbing her hand, tugging her around the side of the counter like she usually does. “Help me pick out a morning snack.”

Brooke grabs another box of Fruit Loops from the top shelf because Vanessa’s gotten her into them, too. Vanessa’s squeal of delight makes the extra sugar worth it.

Vanessa cracks the box open on the counter after she pays, shoving her hand in to grab a handful. She holds the box out towards Brooke, who grabs some too.

The tail ends of Brooke’s shifts always bring in a hint of sunlight, rays that catch in the glass of the windows as they start to rise. Dawn is Brooke’s favourite part of her shift. When the darkness starts to leave, when the rows upon rows of snacks aren’t illuminated just by fluorescents anymore.

Vanessa in the light of day has a gentle glow to her, the sunlight hitting her skin in shades of gold. She’s beautiful, even as she munches down Fruit Loops like her life depends on it.

Brooke’s about to ask her what her day holds when Vanessa reaches into her pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. An old receipt? Brooke can feel her brow furrowing as Vanessa holds it out to her.

“Think there was something on one of my old receipts earlier. Can you look at it?” Vanessa’s eyes are sparkling and Brooke doesn’t understand why as she unfolds it, before…oh.

A phone number.

Vanessa’s phone number.

“You mighty cute in the nighttime. Care to hang out with me in the light of day?” Vanessa reaches out, interlaces their fingers, like she already knows what the answer will be.

“Know any good breakfast spots?”

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #fluff #drabble #lesbian au #holtzmanns

[sirfrogsworth]

Thank Yous

This is going to be a long post where I thank people. It’s kind of like movie credits. Personally, I like watching them. But others really need to pee and bolt out of their seat. So you can read all of this or scroll by. 

I’ll tell you what, I’ll add pictures of puppy Otis getting closer and closer as the post goes on. So either way, you’ll get to see a cute puppy running toward you.

First, I want to give a big thanks to Carolyn. She sent me a quesadilla maker. Quesadillas are the only thing I feel like I technically “cook.” As in, I assemble it from ingredients and it ends up as a cohesive thing that I think most people would go, “Hey, not bad!” Almost all of my other food is just “stick in oven/microwave” and press a few buttons. 

The quesadilla maker is great. I have never been able to get my tortillas so crispy on both sides. Definitely the best quesadillas I’ve ever made. I’m basically a chef with this thing. The only hitch is that some of the ingredients kept escaping out the sides. I’ve tried a few things to prevent this, but I think it’s just how it be. It’s easy to clean, so I think it’s worth the tasty treats it produces. 

The maker is also very cute. It has a pepper as a handle!

Look at how crispy it got! 

Does this picture of it hanging over the edge of the counter cause anyone anxiety? 

Sorry about that. 

I tried taking photos of Otis while the quesadilla was cooking but I couldn’t get him to stand still. He was all, “Hey, is that the camera? Imma put my nose on the lens!”

I’d also like to thank Cassandra. She basically helped provide the last items we needed to finish our “cord cutting” adventure. All of our TVs are now set up with the new system. It’s actually a huge relief to have the project all finished now.  So I very much appreciate her helping me get that sense of accomplishment. Little victories like that help me feel like I am moving forward. 

Next project... upgrade our WiFi! 

Which I am very much looking forward to! So much. Sooooo much. I just LOVE setting up networks! DO YOU BELIEVE MEEEE??

I am convinced routers run on dark magic. Next to printers, setting up a network is the one technical challenge that never seems to work like it is supposed to. And the troubleshooting solutions are usually odd and nonsensical. 

“If you put the router upside down on top of this John Grisham book, then face this antenna south and this antenna north--the signal covers every part of the house except one corner of the garage. 

Now, you might think the elevation is what allowed this to happen, but I’m pretty sure it was this specific John Grisham book. This Dean Koontz book is the exact same thickness, but when I used that... the WiFi only worked in the neighbor’s bathroom. Perhaps the universe is telling me Koontz belongs in the toilet.”

--Excerpt from “Adventures in WiFi” by The Frogman

MOAR THANK YOUS

Otis got some teeth-cleaning treats from Toasty. He loves those things. I wonder if he knew they were good for him if he’d feel different. He does the “treat dance” with them too. This is where he will flip the treat with his nose into the air and then hop up and down before chewing. It’s a strange ritual, but awfully cute.

The dancing looks like this--only indoors. 

Toasty also got me some new shorts. I wear the same thing every day for ease and comfort. But since I wear these shorts so often the elastic gets worn out after a year or so. So a new supply of shorts is a big help. 

Someone also got me some new shirts, but since they weren’t sold by Amazon directly I am not sure who it was. In any case, I now have 10 new shirts that should last me a year or two. My old ones were getting stretched out and sad so that was perfect timing. You can see me wearing one in this photo here. 

And I also got a network switch! Which is super exciting. I can plug in more things now!

Pro-tip: Use a wired ethernet connection whenever possible because WiFi is the devil! 

I am also not sure who got me that. I’m sorry I’m a bit disorganized. 

Kristina, Benjamin, and Karin helped with the nugget fund. Can’t forget them!

I’d also like to do a super-duper-extra-mega thank you to @helmsdeepwa @eenymeenypia and Angela. I can’t tell you how amazing these folks are. They have not only had my back for years, but they are truly some of the most genuine and kind people I’ve encountered on these here internets. My gratitude for their existence is not quantifiable. 

A big internet hug to everyone! I want you all to get real close to your screen and wrap your arms around it. Or if you are on a mobile device... umm... let’s do that European cheek kiss thing, eh? 

I know I missed some thank yous. I really need to keep better track. Things have just been a mess and it legit took me like a month to finish this post. However, if you sent along some help and I missed it, please don’t be humble. Let me know so I can properly thank you next time. I’ll keep a list and put it in a spreadsheet and do it all professional-like. 

I know I say this every time but... I can’t tell you folks how much your support and generosity has helped me and my family. Otis has treats. My parents have cool stuff to watch to pass the time. I have clothing that doesn’t make me look disheveled and unkempt. 

Sometimes even the littlest things add up to a big help.   

I’m hoping I can repay my followers soon with some cool new content. I am soooo close to being able to share what is coming. Chris needs to get through Comic-Con and then we can put the finishing touches on the big Patreon reboot. 

I CAN say we are shooting for 3 comics per month. THREEEEE! They are going to be super cute and super funny and I haven’t been this creatively excited in a while. I had been so depressed that I couldn’t make content like I used to. But I think I finally figured out a solution that works with my new energy norms. 

Anywho...

If you want to help out, you can check out my Amazon Wishlist. I have it sorted by priority.  

Or if you would rather contribute to the nugget fund, you can click here. 

Thanks! 

Again!

#long post

[mummabear7984]

The story with no name :-)

So it's my first post....as a writer.hope you like it. Part 1 Curled up in a corner you are in a world of your own, Pain threading itself through every muscle and vein. It was a hard battle but you have won. Its been weeks of training for this final meeting with the one that can end it all. But you won…Or did you? Then just before you pass out you see a blur of colours coming towards you and you can feel yourself floating off the ground. You feel heavy and you know that you have just become as vulnerable as you can be, albeit not willingly.   Several hours later although it feels like you have been sleeping for days you wake up. You can hear a noise from another room and then you suddenly take a look around. The room is a deep shade of green, some may say an almost British Racing Green, and its bare but homely. There’s a soft blanket thrown over you and you notice you don’t have your boots on…. or socks. You slowly pull yourself up so you’re sitting and have a better look. You can feel a throbbing in your head so you decide to make your way towards the noise. Your bare feet make a pat, pat, pat sound on the floor as you walk towards the noise. It sounds like 2 or more people are talking. One has a raised voice and the other is trying to calm him down. At first you don’t recognise the voice and then it clicks…. The brothers and Castiel. ‘She almost died out there Sammy!!’ You hear and then a response. ‘I know Dean but that wasn’t suppose to happen’ Sam answers back sounding exasperated ‘She wasn’t meant to get hurt’   You look down and realise your shirt is open and you have a blood soaked bandage round your waist. It looks like the bleeding has stopped so you walk in to the room. The room the guys are in is what look to be a library of sorts. Its walls are lined with shelves and shelves of books on lore and spells, on some shelves are scary looking weapons and the occasional box with a symbol or writing on it. You suddenly realise you have three sets of eyes staring at you as Dean calmly walks over and Sam gives you a look that could make puppy dogs cry. Cas is standing a little behind the other two looking concerned with his blue tie hanging off his neck like its been pulled in stress and his hair is sticking up all over. ‘How’re you feeling sweetheart?’ Dean asks ‘Thought we were going to loose you. I found you just as you passed out and bought you back here’ He informs you. ‘Look, I’m real sorry you got hurt’ Says Sam warily after a look that could kill from Dean prompting him ‘How’s the wound?’ Cas then walks over and takes your arm walking you over to a big comfortable seat and tells you to lie back as much as you can ‘Now you have recovered and I have my grace back I can try to heal what’s left of the damage’ He informs you. ‘We thought that you were going to die’ He says in his all too blunt Cas kind of way. He removes the bandage and you can see a rather red, raw looking bullet wound and you feel a bit sick. Cas passes his hand over your stomach and a blue glow radiates from the wound. You look again and your stomach is back to its normal, too pale colour with a splash of dried blood. ‘Thanks’ You say to Cas with a smile ‘Now I feel much better’ Cas gives you a shy smile and walks out the room saying something about ‘a glass of water’   ‘Cas!’ Says Dean looking at his back ‘What he means is it was a very close call considering you weren’t meant to get hurt at all’ After throwing another glare at Sam, he calms down. He puts his hand on your shoulder and helps you up from the chair.     It’s a few hours later and you finally managed to wash the dried blood left over from the wound away along with most of the memories of the day before. Your towel drying your hair and you hear a subtle knock at your bedroom door. ‘Ok if I come in?’ You hear Dean ask from the other side as he slowly opens the door  ‘Of course, its your bunker not mine, although now I have my own room complete with hairdryer I’m tempted to stay!’ You giggle and Dean smiles a kind of wistful smile, his eyes crinkling at the edges. ‘Your welcome to stay as long as you want kid, your always welcome’  He walks over and gives you a body crushing hug and you breathe in his scent, smelling a woody, clean kind of scent.  ‘You finally showered then?’ You ask ‘you stank!’ You inform him with a smirk.  ‘Hey I can throw you out as quickly as I can invite you to stay kiddo, don’t forget that’ You know he’s only kidding from the look in his eyes and your glad things seemed to have settled with him now he knows your feeling back to your old self, after the healing from Cas has done its job. ‘Look, Don’t blame Sammy ok?’ You tell him with a serious glint in your eyes ‘I should have stayed in the Impala; it was my own fault for thinking I could actually be any help. You two are like my big brothers, I hate you fighting’ Deans green eyes flash as he gets a short lecture from you but he looks down at his feet and then through his eyelashes he answers ‘I know but you weren’t even meant to come, we almost lost you and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you got killed on our watch’ You see his eyes are a little watery as he looks up and you know how deeply he cares for you. ‘Dean, Its ok, I’m fine. Look, no wound even…. thanks to Cas.’ You lift your shirt and show your blood free stomach to him. Dean runs his finger over where the wound was as if to make sure it had gone and you pull your shirt back down. ‘Honestly I’m fine’ You look at Dean and he smiles ‘Cas was really worried about you, He was worried he wouldn’t be able to save you and he was in pieces. He really cares about you’ He adds with a wink. What’s that supposed to mean? Suddenly you hear a rumble and you look down at your stomach ‘Dean, I need feeding like now or I’m going to go nuts. I could use a beer too. You know, to calm my nerves’ You grin. Deans laughs and answers back ‘Sounds like a plan, lets get Sammy and Cas and hit the diner I saw back down the road, Its Tuesday, imma have me some Pig in a Poke ‘ You walk out your room tying your hair in a ponytail as you go. Grab your jacket from the back of the desk chair and follow Dean down the corridor. ‘When we’re back I want a full on tour of this place, its freaking amazing’ You exclaim. ‘Deal’ Says Dean as you enter the kitchen to find Sam waiting. You give Sam a big grin and hug him. He’s much taller and a slimmer build to hug but he smells just like Dean with an added hint of citrus. It takes a moment for him to realise you walked over for a hug not anything else and he wraps his arms round you kissing your forehead and whispering ‘I’m so glad your ok’   Cas comes wandering into the kitchen just as you walk out of Sam’s embrace and you see a flash of something in his eyes. ‘Everything ok Cas?’ You ask concerned. ‘Yes, I am just looking forward to going to the Diner’ He answers in a very emotionless voice. ‘Ill meet you all in the garage’ and he walks out of the kitchen and turns left. You look at Dean and Sam and they just shrug. ‘Did he not want to fix me with his grace?’ You ask worried. ‘I just think he may be feeling left out of the hugathon’ Replied a smirking Dean. ‘Lets go get some food, I’m hungry’ ’you’re always hungry Dean’ Said Sam laughing at his big brother. ‘Damn right Sammy’   The drive to the Diner was a little awkward with sitting next to Cas in the backseat of Baby and not knowing what you’ve done wrong. But when you grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze to let him know you were grateful for him saving your life, he finally smiled at you and squeezed it back. A feeling of warmth spread over you when he did and you felt a little hot under the collar. Where was that coming from? You’ve never been like this round Castiel before….   You get to the diner and as your shown to a booth Dean pushes you down so your sat next to Cas. But he pushes you so hard that as you fall Cas catches you and you blush. ‘So sorry Cas’ You stutter. ‘I don’t mind catching you when you fall’ Cas says as he stands you back up on your feet. How have you never noticed how blue his eyes are and how long his eyelashes are? Have they always looked like that? And the small freckles just dusting the bridge of his nose. Dammit what is going on?   After the weirdness at the diner you all return back to the bunker and Dean does the tour. Your pleased to find he has allocated you a bathroom to yourself ‘so you can leave girl stuff lying around and have privacy in the shower’ which makes you laugh…girl stuff! You head back to your room to find a bag of gummy bears on your bed and a note from Cas saying ‘I thought you may enjoy these. I hear after a traumatic time humans like sugar. Sam informed me of this and suggested they would be a perfect gift’ Typical Cas you think and your stomach does a small flutter. You realise that all through dinner Sam and Dean were making comments about you and Cas being all weird around each other but obviously in the subtle Winchester way they are so good at. Yeah right! You hate this feeling of the unknown and after Cas reciprocating the hand thing in the back of the impala you decide you need to speak to him. After another beer…. Just to keep your nerves at bay and a little Dutch courage never does anyone any harm right?   You head back to the kitchen to find Sam taking a bowl of Popcorn from the microwave and he tells you that Cas and Dean are waiting in the ‘family room’ for a movie night. You grab a few beers and walk with Sam down to the room. As you walk in you see Dean with a huge grin on his face as he moves off the 2 seater sofa and into a single chair. Sam almost runs into the other single chair leaving the only space empty on the sofa next to Cas. He pats the seat next to him and you hand dean and Sam a beer as you drop to the sofa curling your legs underneath you. You twist open the beer and throw the lid at Dean slowly catching on that they did this seating arrangement on purpose. He winks back at you and presses play on the remote. The movie starts and it was obviously one that Dean picked as its all about guns, some form of Japanese martial art and boobs. After about half an hour you feel Cas stretch out and lay his arm behind you on the back of the sofa. You look to Sam and he smiles at you then turns back to the film. Castiel moves around on the sofa and makes himself more comfortable but in doing so ends up with his hand on your hand in between the two of you on the sofa. You curl your fingers around his and subtly lean against him a little. He manoeuvres so you are leaning into the crook of his arm and you snuggle down into the smell of Cas, which incase your wondering is like cinnamon rolls that have just come out of the oven, You’ve never felt like this before but suddenly he’s not just Cas he’s Cas…Your Cas. You wake up and find the room is quiet and its just you and Cas snuggled on the sofa. Sam and Dean have gone and the TV is on a vetinary programme, currently showing a wee tabby kitten with huge ears and beautiful green eyes. Cas looks down at you and says in the Cas way he does ‘I like cats, I find them very cute and the fur is so soft, plus they have amazing stories to tell’ You laugh softly and Cas looks down at you his piercing blue eyes looking into yours and he says very quietly, almost nervous like ‘I like you, not just like a sister’. Your heart leaps.